1974

It's raining hard in town

Kids splash over puddles

Between muddy streets and old cars

It's Sunday in the neighborhood

The working class love dressing up

We come together early morning to the church

It was Nineteen seventy-four

Christmas Day and night of Saint John

Life was in black and white

Back then all cats were strays

The girl I loved learned to sew

Stairway smell like stew

A jasmine blooms. A hidden pregnant teen cries

The old days seem better

The taste of fruit

And the smell of flowers

You know how the years fade

But in the end it's all the same